i look over the horizen and wonder who would paint such a perfect sky? in the distance, the wind calls my name, and i want to run to it, but i'm not sure what would be waiting for me. as i look to the west for one last glympse of home, the sky gets dark. the clouds come thundering in and i am left in awe. my heart starts to beat faster with each second that goes by. i feel as if it might explode if i stare any longer, but i can't stop. lightning strikes and it looks as though the mountains might crumble-
i shiver with aniticipation.
i start to sweat, though the air couldn't be more than fifty degrees. my hair starts to drip
rain is falling so hard, my skin is singed with pain. fat balls of hydration overwhelm my unsuspecting senses.
i start to run, but there is no place for hiding, anywhere. i'm left in this wilderness, abandoned and lonely. suddenly, a ray of warmth shoots across the sky. i feel alive again! the rain dies down, and the clouds slither away out of sight. i am once again looking over the horizen at the sun in all of her glory. though storms do rage at one time or another, it is yet proven that the sun will come out to calm the rage inside all of us.....
